Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we're all gonna die And when we go don't blame us, yeah We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We'll never let you go And when you go don't return to me my love Mama, we're all full of lies Mama,

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for

I want to kiss the bride yeah Long before she met him She was mine, mine, mine Don't say I do Say bye, bye, bye And let me kiss the bride yeah Well she looked a peach in the dress she made When she was still her mama's little girl And when she walked

That's real life, oh oh oh Real life, ooh Mama talking that real life, oh oh oh That real life, real life, real life, real life Mama called me destructive, oh yeah Said it ruined me one day, yeah Cause every woman that loved me, oh yeah Seemed to push

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

Now if you came with ya man, leave 'em over there Yeah, it's a jungle out here (watch out) Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake What your mama gave ya (uh huh) Come on ooh, sexy thang

Bang your head! Metal health will drive you mad! Yeah ah arr! And I'm an axe grinder, pile driver Mama says that I never, never mind her Got no brains, I'm insane The teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser, six string razor

You won't get that far Wastin' your breath on somebody else You need to check yourself, yeah You got some nerve tweetin' from your mama house, ay You got some nerve tweetin' on your mama couch, ay You got some nerve, boy you better watch your mouth, ay I

Yeah, I hear voices all the time I hear voices I hear voices like My dad sayin', "Work that job But don't work your life away" And mama tellin' me to drop some cash In the offerin' plate on Sunday And granddad sayin', "You can have a few But don't ever

Goyard duffle, yeah yeah Got that Draco in it, yeah yeah Whip a chicken, yeah yeah Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah And I got that Glock, yeah yeah I got thirty shots, yeah yeah Got your baby mama, yeah yeah She bent over nigga, yeah yeah Young Savage